Zhuo Qun unknowingly led people to open a new dimension.

But before leaving, Zhuo Qun followed the example of other companies in holding annual meetings. In the last few moments of 2009, he also looked at all the people in charge under his command. They all gathered together to summarize the development in 2009 and held an annual meeting.

, in fact, they are just bragging and spanking to see who can do better.

Colon, the company's path is bright, the company's results are gratifying, and the company's affairs cannot be known to others, but we still have to get together to brag.

This is the invitation letter to the annual meeting that Zhuo Qun sent to everyone before he left. It was just for fun and to make everyone relax.

It’s been almost a year. We all have been squatting in the world of the Northern Song Dynasty for almost a year, and we are also very bored. Now I give everyone a chance to get together and have fun, and then go back to work after the New Year.

Sima was the fastest to arrive. Wearing a Shu brocade double-breasted gown with Tianxiale pattern, he came to the Space-Time Square. He wanted to make a splash here and let everyone see his wealth. Didn't Mr. Zhuo say that? He was here to brag.

, just this outfit will definitely overwhelm everyone.

"Sichuan brocade is exquisite and worthy of being a tribute."

Sima gently smoothed the wrinkles on his body.

"Hey, Sima, what you are wearing looks like a red envelope covering firewood. What are you doing?"

Cui Yongjun walked over with a swaying step, his clothes were shining brightly, and he was wearing Suzhou embroidery of flowers, birds and landscapes, which was very eye-catching. He was holding several large gift boxes in his hand.

"Come on, come on, don't be polite and bring some souvenirs. Come with the red envelope and take it home for your children."

Before Sima could speak, Cui Yongjun stuffed Sima with a big gift box.

"What is this?"

Sima took a look at the gift box.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just a gold-painted gift box. Inside it is paper, ink, pens and inkstones, Xuan brushes, Li Tinggui ink, Chengxintang paper, and She inkstones. They are all worthless gadgets for children."

Cui Yongjun smiled with his gums exposed.

Sima held the gift box and his face changed color.

"What a mistake, mother, why didn't I think of the gift? I let him take advantage of me, this old monkey in colorful clothes?"

Cui Yongjun was originally thin and short. He had been working in the south for a year and didn't get much rest. Now he is dark and thin. When he puts on Su embroidery clothes, he looks like a bird in floral clothes.

old monkey.

"Cui Houhou, I'm going to use the toilet, please wait for me."

Sima shouted, put down the gift box and ran into the space-time gate.

"You're a little kid. You have to go to the other side to go to the toilet. I guess you didn't prepare a gift, haha."

Cui Yongjun was not angry when he heard Sima's words and laughed.

Sima called him Monkey, and he called Sima Pichai. The relationship between the two was good. After all, they both managed millions of people. They often exchanged experiences together, such as how to better turn Song people into workers.

some type of.

"Haha, oh, monkey, you are over here, I came quite early."

A big man with a height of more than two meters walked out of the time and space gate, wearing jingling rings on his body.

"Here, Panda, are you preparing for sex change, haha."

Cui Yongjun looked at the tall man walking over and dressed up and laughed.

Panda, no, it was Mao Xiong. He glanced at Cui Yongjun and said, "You know something about wool. This is Confucian clothing, but I got it from the Kong family."

He was wearing a Confucian uniform that would look too bulky for normal people, but Mao Xiong had to wear it to look like a tight suit.

"Why don't you have a hairpin in your head?"

Cui Yongjun laughed so hard that he covered his stomach and squatted on the ground.

"This is a hairpin, not a hairpin. This belongs to a man."

Mao Xiong pointed to the hairpin on his head and said.

"That's right. Why are you carrying so many jade pendants and jade ornaments on you?"

Upon hearing this, Cui Yongjun knew that Mao Xiong didn't know that the hairpin on his head was not a hairpin but a hairpin. He suppressed his laughter and asked.

After all, if someone is going to be embarrassed, of course more people should come and take a look. Otherwise, how can he be a good brother? Of course, he will be stabbed at this time.

"By the way, this is a gift. Don't dislike it. I seized these and borrowed them as flowers to offer to the Buddha. But don't worry, I bought these with money. Both the boss and Mr. Zhuo know about it."

Mao Xiong pulled a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Cui Yongjun.

Mao Xiong laughed and handed the thing to Cui Yongjun.

"I also have a gift for you."

Cui Yongjun accepted the things and gave Mao Xiong a gift box.

"This is good stuff, let me try it."

Mao Xiong opened the gift box and looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone inside and said.

"Can you calligraphy calligraphy?"

Cui Yongjun looked at the tall and powerful man in front of him, with a fist that could stand on someone's arm and a horse that could run a horse, and said.

"It's so new. I have perfected my calligraphy skills. I have been practicing it for more than 20 years."

Mao Xiong took out the inkstone, added water and began to grind the ink, spread out the paper, put a jade pendant on it as a paperweight, and began to write.

"You? Tongzigong? More than twenty years. Man, how old are you this year?"

Cui Yongjun looked at Mao Xiong with wide eyes and said.

"I'm not old, I'm twenty-six this year."

Mao Xiong pulled his sleeve with one hand and started writing with the other.

"Twenty-six, I thought you were forty-six!"

Cui Yongjun said, looking at Mao Xiong's full beard and the faint heart-protecting hair that leaked out when he bent over.

"It just looks old. It's written. Let's see how it goes."

Mao Xiong showed Cui Yongjun what he had written in small regular script.

"You wrote it well, little panda."

A frivolous voice sounded from behind the two of them.

The two of them looked back and saw a dark-skinned man in a suit standing behind him. The man's voice was frivolous, but he looked very honest.

"The smiling tiger, the old cow eats the young grass."

The two looked at each other.

"Li Maokui, when did you come here? Why didn't we hear you?"

"I, I came here yesterday. I slept and took a shower before coming here today. By the way, the local specialties I brought are all kept at my place. You can just go and get them. They are all

Some dried seafood, large fish maws, and worthless stuff."

Li Maokui said with a smile.

"This guy is so fat."

Mao Xiong leaned against Cui Yongjun and whispered.

"In Shanghang, he got together with a local big man with a logging background. When mining, there was no problem at all and he could do it much faster than us. He also married the big man's daughter, and he had both people and wealth.

Come on, the spring breeze is so happy now."

Cui Yongjun said softly.

"I went up there and ignored him. Isn't that against the rules?"

Mao Xiong's eyes widened and he said, he never thought that such an operation could be done.

"You agree with me, no one can stop me. Sima knows something about this, go and ask him, he will come."

Cui Yongjun saw Sima coming back with gifts.

"Sorry, sorry, this is my gift."

Sima was sweating profusely as he ran and distributed gifts to the three of them.

"what?"

The three of them looked at the gift box and said.

"Some gadgets are some of Yu Shinan's handwritten Tao Te Ching. They are worthless. I have many of these gadgets."

Sima smiled happily.

"Mom, you're a rich man, can't you ask me to pretend to be happy and show off my red envelope!"
Chapter completed!